ck to our lines
with this invaluable information. For this feat the boy received the
Iron Cross. After being in the field for six weeks he got home-sick,
however, and has been allowed to go home for a visit."

From a spectacular point of view the Great Headquarters is rather
disappointing. A few mixed patrols of Uhlans, dragoons, and hussars
occasionally ride through the principal streets to exercise their
horses. Occasionally, too, you see a small squad of strapping
grenadiers, who break into the goose step on the slightest provocation
as when they pass a General or other officer of the Great General Staff,
whom you recognize by the broad red stripes on their "field gray"
trousers.

There is no pomp or ceremony even when royalty is running around at
large. Thus when the King of Saxony arrived in town, a few hours after
I did, no fuss was made whatever. The Saxon King and his staff, three
touring car loads, all in field gray, drove straight to the villa
assigned them, and, after reciprocal informal visits between King and
Kaiser, the former left to visit some of the battlefields on which Saxon
troops had fought, and later paid a visit to his troops at the front.
For this exploit, the Kaiser promptly bestowed on him the Iron Cross,
first and second class, on his return to town.

Even the Kaiser's heart is not covered with medals, nor does he wear the
gorgeous white plume parade helmet nowadays, when going out for a
horse-back ride or a drive. I saw him come from a motor run late in the
afternoon--four touring cars full of staff officers and personal
entourage--and was struck by the complete absence of pomp and ceremony.
In the second car sat the Kaiser, wearing the dirty green-gray uniform
of his soldiers in the field. At a distance of fifteen feet, the Over
War Lord looked physically fit, but quite sober--an intense earnestness
of expression that seemed to mirror the sternness of the times.

The Kaiser goes for a daily drive or ride about the countryside usually
in the afternoon, but occasionally he is allowed to have a real outing
by his solicitous entourage--a day and more rarely a [Transcriber: text
missing in original]

"His Majesty is never so happy as when he is among his troops at the
front," another transplanted Berlin detective told me. "If his Majesty
had his way he would be among them all the time, preferably sleeping
under canvas and roughing it like the rest--eating the 'simple' food
prepared by his p